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 O, then her voice with singing all unveiled, In no trained timid accents, straight assailed King Herod's open heart: The amorous supplication wove and wound Soft deadly sins about it; the words found Fair traitor thoughts there,—singing snakes did dart Their poison in each part.

She sang, "O look on me, and look on Love: We three are here together, and above— What heaven may there be? None for thine heart without this spell of mine, Yea, this my beauty, yea, these limbs that shine And make thy senses shudder; and for me,  No heaven without thee!

"O, all the passion in me on this day Rises into one song to sweep away The breakers of Love's bond; For is it not a pleasant bond indeed, And made of all the flowers in life's mead? And is not Love a master fair and fond?  And is not Death beyond?